Monday, April 30, 2007

A Finch Called Wanda

At Sea
N 31 05 W 080 55

Monday, 20:10
We left the anchorage in Fernandina around noon. We carefully worked our way out the inlet, worried because of the poor visibility and the amount of ship and submarine traffic in and out of St Mary's Inlet. Instead of the channel, we sailed out next to the stone jetty so as to avoid traffic.

By 1300 we cleared the jetty, and set full sails. Our next way point is Frying Pan Shoals buoy, 255 nautical miles (293 statue miles) at a heading of 054. Beaufort is about 100 miles past that. At first we were close hauled and the highest we could make was 035 degrees, but within a couple of hours the wind veered to the SE and we were exactly on course. So far so good with the wind. We've averaged better than 5 knots so far, and we're doing about 5 knots now. That's great. The forecast also
seems to be holding -- 4 to 5 more days of this weather.

The smoke seems to be staying mostly with the land. As soon as we got a few miles out, visibility increased to 4-5 miles. That's good because there will be a very clear, very dry sky tonight with a nearly full moon. It should be spectacular.

We saw very few vessels today. Mostly we have the whole ocean to ourselves.

Around 17:00 I noticed a very cute little yellow bird riding on the control line for the Monitor self steering vane. Libby got out her bird book and we identified it as a female gold finch. We therefore named her Wanda -- a finch called Wanda. We were hoping that Wanda would stay with us for the whole passage, but she left in an hour or so. Or rather I should say we lost track of her in an hour. She could still be aboard someplace. We really hope that if she left, Wanda knows the direction
to fly to get back to land.

By the way, I got an email from Jim Combs today. Jim had written last fall about crewing with us. I'm sorry to say that I forgot about him last month on my call for crew. He would have loved this passage. Our friend Pete would have loved it too, although I think he enjoyed the ICW just as much. It shows the difficulty of arranging for a friend to share such a passage with us. It is so weather dependent. We can't predict more than about 48 hours in advance if we'll commence an offshore passage.

Ready To Sail

Fernandina Beach Public Library
N 30.671964 W -081.462373 (see the map)

We had a very nice Sunday in Fernandina. Mostly we walked around the downtown, watched people, read the sunday New York Times, and bought a pound of shrimp for dinner from the fish market.

We'll set sail today after lunch. There is zero wind this morning and the smoke from the Georgia fire is so thick that visibility is down to 3/4 mile. We'll have to use the radar off shore. I hate doing that because it's such a power drain.

The forecast is for four days of southerly winds around 10 knots. It may be very slow and very boring out there. It's a good test of my abiliyt to have the patience of a sailor. If I fail, we'll put in to anchor in one or more places along the coast. If not, we'll stay 25-40 miles offshore on a rhumb line to Beaufort, NC.

Yesterday we got a call from our son David in Kuwait. It was very nice to hear from him. He's really bored. While we were chatting, I got a second call from our daughter Jennifer in Vermont. On a hunch, I looked at my phone's menu and sure enough there was a "conference" option. I selected it and bingo, we had a three way Vermont, Kuwait, Florida family conference going. Ain't technology wonderful? We may get to break that record later this year when my oldest son, John, also goes overseas to a yet to be revealed country.

Sunday, April 29, 2007

Guest Blog: A Fish Out of Water

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This post was submitted by my brother Ed. Sorry Ed that it took so long for me to find it and post it. It reads well. The ability to write must run in the family.

My brother Dick called a few weeks back while he was in dry dock requesting assistance with the diesel motor replacement. My pal Steve, a diesel mechanic, accompanied me on the trip to Fort Pierce. We usually only go down that way only for Jai-Alai games, but I looked forward to the trip as that's a nice, quiet part of Florida. Few *undiscovered* coastal areas remain here in Florida; Fort Pierce being one of them. Developers are trying to turn Florida's coast into one big long Last Vegas strip !

Unfortunately the drive wasn't without incident as Steve lost many expensive tools out of an open tailgate. Dick mentioned this in an earlier blog entry. But we made it there in an hour or so, and Dick directed us to the boat.

Boats out of water, like motorcycles with the tires removed, or other work-in-progress, spark a discord in my soul. It's disconcerting to me to see things THAT out of place; engine
disassembled, boat steadied on land. If you're musical then you know that you want the harmony to eventually resolve to the tonic, or perhaps a 3rd. A boat out of water is like the song hanging on the 7th - drives you crazy! RESOLVE! GET THIS BACK BOAT IN THE WATER ! :)

But at the same time Dick instilled confidence that he knew what he was doing, he was determined, and was managing the project well.

I'd never seen the boat [1] out of water. It's VERY TALL! Sort of awe-inspiring as it towers well above the ground, particularly when Dick recited the specs on the weight and displacement of the hull. VERY impressive indeed! This was no sunfish that's for sure! Serious boaters only need apply :)

We climbed a 16' ladder to reach the top deck and stepped aboard. We were WAY up the air. Luckily it was below my threshold for fear of high edges to kick in [2]. To be safe though I didn't allow others to get close to me near the edge anyhow! Look at the photo of these guys on bikes by photographer Victor Lucas: [editor's note, the photo didn't work]








If that was me,
I would be shaking so badly I'd drive RIGHT OFF THE EDGE
!



Our dad blessed Dick and I with many skills; perhaps the most significant being an unbridled confidence in disassembling mechanics of which we have little knowledge. I believe it's also what makes us good engineers and scientists, as we have a propensity to take things apart and to know what makes things tick. Sometimes it's a proclivity
!

The boat's prop was begging to be disassembled- a most intriguing mechanism indeed! When turned clockwise, the prop blades went into a certain fixed position, and when reversed, they rotated to a new, fixed pitch. Dick
explained that this had to do with forward/reverse blade angles, but as often happens to me when discussing things nautical with Dick, I didn't get it. Even though I eventually caught up to Dick in education, I've always believed his
knowledge of engineering principals surpassed me and most other engineers for that matter. I nodded blind acceptance of his explanation.

Also, the prop was a curious combination of metals, some sacrificial, with strange hex-head screws, each with it's own cotter-pin, and a mysterious way it all was held together on the end of the shaft. This thing was right out of Harry Potter!

In traditional Mills fashion, we charged in and started removing pins and screws, eventually revealing a set of internal
gears. I think they are called orbital gears. Amazing people design these things! Dick carefully placed the parts in a toolbox. I recommended he get one of those magnetic part trays. Those of you with Dick on your Christmas list- listen up! [Editor's note: sorry, I don't allow magnetic things on the boat; they might cause my compass to be off]

Turns out the real challenge was getting the assembly off of the shaft. Dick climbed up and loosened the rudder- a metal behemoth that was preventing us from removing the prop assembly. No help- it was still in the way. While I was there, we never DID get the prop removed, but Dick reported later that he figured it out after we'd left. Some problems are best
left alone for awhile, and revisited with a fresh perspective.

We finished up the day with a delightful meal prepared by Libby and Sally, and walk on the beach. I even got a nice big piece of driftwood as a souvenir, which is now next to our pool. We got Dick a little further along on the project, and happily, as he reported here, the engine replacement went very well. We we're glad to have been a small part of what was a huge undertaking!

April 9th 2007,

Brother Ed [3]









[1] - You may observe that I never say Dick's boat's name. That's because I don't know how to spell it, (or even pronounce it, nor do I know what it means) so to be safe I call it "the boat" or something along those lines. Simplistically, my motorcycle is named Christine after a movie some of you may recognize.



[2] Acrophobia, Altophobia, Batophobia, Hypsiphobia or Hyposophobia: I, like most people, have a fear of HIGH EDGES, not heights. Most of us are not overly concerned being 5 miles up in an airplane, but looking over the rail at Niagra falls- I can only do that if no people are near me. I suppose more precisely then , I actually have an irrational fear of "being pushed off the edge!"

[3] I am Dick's younger brother. I shamelessly copied much of Dick's life, even going into the same profession, engineering. Although I don't share his love of sailing, I do love the enthusiasm and vitality that the sailing creates in Dick and Libby. I believe they'll stay forever-young as long as they sail- they HAVE TO! I reside on the east coast of Florida near Melbourne with my lovely wife Sally, a devilish doberman named Dixie, 2 lazy fat cats, and our adult-children not too far away. We like this new travel pattern Dick and Libby have adopted of wintering in Florida, as we get to see them every year. Our family is dispersed all over the world, and we've lost many dear family members, so we treasure every moment we're together. We're hoping this travel pattern continues indefinitely!

Fernandina

Fernandina Beach Public Library
N 30.671964 W -081.462373 (see the map)

Well it's a sunny, quiet Sunday morning and we stopped at Fernandina. This is one of our favored stops along the ICW.

Fernandina is a place with a split personality. On one hand it is a factory town, flanked by two big stinky paper mills on each side. Many cruisers never stop here because that makes it sound unappealing. Actually, it's pretty rare that the stink or the sight of the paper mills intrudes on one's experience here. They don't matter much.

A second personality is that of a tourist town. The small downtown near the city docks is filled with little restaurants and shops selling touristy stuff. Actually, it is two steps classier than St Augustine. The downtown is particularly beautiful in December when all decked out for Christmas.

A third personality is as a provisioning stop. There is a Publix supermarket, a Wal Mart and a West Marine about three miles from the city docks. That's a bit far, but not too bad if you have a bicycle.

The city marina recently (three weeks ago) installed a mooring field where most of the transient boats used to anchor free. The moorings cost $15/day. Normally I would be teed off by thatn but this time it doesn't bother us much. I heard two stories about cruisers dragging anchor in that spot where tides can be very high and currents very swift and anchor standoffs small. We preferred to move a few hundred meters up the creek out of the way from all that. We can still to that today.

Fernandina Beach is also the home of Tiger Point Boatyard where we spent considerable time two years ago. We still have friends, Ingemar from Sweden, and Bert, and our favorite nonconformist Baird. They all live here in Fernandina.


p.s. The sky is blue again this morning. The smoke cloud moved away. However visibility is only about 3 miles so there must be quite of bit of smoke in the air. I just heard on the news that Georgie shut down US highway 1 because of the smoke.

Fernandina

Fernandina Beach Public Library
N 30.671964 W -081.462373 (see the map)

Well it's a sunny, quiet Sunday morning and we stopped at Fernandina. This is one of our favored stops along the ICW.

Fernandina is a place with a split personality. On one hand it is a factory town, flanked by two big stinky paper mills on each side. Many cruisers never stop here because that makes it sound unappealing. Actually, it's pretty rare that the stink or the sight of the paper mills intrudes on one's experience here. They don't matter much.

A second personality is that of a tourist town. The small downtown near the city docks is filled with little restaurants and shops selling touristy stuff. Actually, it is two steps classier than St Augustine. The downtown is particularly beautiful in December when all decked out for Christmas.

A third personality is as a provisioning stop. There is a Publix supermarket, a Wal Mart and a West Marine about three miles from the city docks. That's a bit far, but not too bad if you have a bicycle.

The city marina recently (three weeks ago) installed a mooring field where most of the transient boats used to anchor free. The moorings cost $15/day. Normally I would be teed off by thatn but this time it doesn't bother us much. I heard two stories about cruisers dragging anchor in that spot where tides can be very high and currents very swift and anchor standoffs small. We preferred to move a few hundred meters up the creek out of the way from all that. We can still to that today.

Fernandina Beach is also the home of Tiger Point Boatyard where we spent considerable time two years ago. We still have friends, Ingemar from Sweden, and Bert, and our favorite nonconformist Baird. They all live here in Fernandina.


p.s. The sky is blue again this morning. The smoke cloud moved away. However visibility is only about 3 miles so there must be quite of bit of smoke in the air. I just heard on the news that Georgie shut down US highway 1 because of the smoke.